Anil Kapoor | My Journey So Far….

Only time I thought, I have more clothes than I should

You will never hear a girl say that she has more clothes than she should have, even when she will have more than a truck load of clothes. Never.

What you will hear, always, will be something like – ‘I don’t have anything to wear for tomorrow’s party‘, or, ‘I don’t have any matching clothes to go with my new nail polish‘, or, ‘ this dress I wore last summer too, how can I wear it again‘…. point being – A girl can never ever have enough clothes. 🙂

Me too.

Every time I plan to go somewhere I struggle with what to wear, and everytime I tell myself that I have nothing to wear. Maybe it’s time to go for shopping. So, if you are planning to invite me to a party, there is a 110% chance that I am going to shop a dress for it. Now to think of it, maybe that’s the reason my husband doesn’t prefer to party.

So, lets come back to our original plot. Time when I thought I had much more clothes to wear that I need.

That was the time I was packing all my stuff for our move to another city.

When I was packing my clothes, folding them, putting them in big bags, all my dresses, sarees, suits, skirts, everything from belts to scarves and counting every small to big item; realizing with every passing minute that why do I have so many things in my closet. Some dresses I haven’t even worn them twice and it would have been more than an year me buying them. Some were so old, I don’t even understand why I was still keeping them.

I decided to clean out my stuff before taking all my clutter with me to my new home. You won’t believe how difficult it is, one minute you were thinking why do you need all these stuff another minute you will attach some emotional value to your clutter and would not want to part with it.

Soon I realized that it’s not like I buy more clothes but it is more like that I do not let go of my stuff. I still had my tees from my college time still in wearable conditions lying in my good clothes section. I still have my dresses from 10 years back and I still use to wear them now and then.

Let it go… let it go…. that was the song from Frozen, playing in my mind at that time.

I did manage to separate out nearly half of my clothes. Donated them. Still had a lot to pack.

At the end, when all was packed, there were 3 big and 1 small suitcase packed just with my clothes while overall my rest of the family, my hubby and three kids, all together managed their stuff in just three bags.

There I was having more than everyone else in my family had, and still struggling to figure out what would I wear tomorrow.

Don’t worry, my this state of mind hadn’t lasted long. Just 15 days to our new place and I did manage to buy me a pair of shoes and a nice scarf. But, scarf and shoes doesn’t count, right??

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I love photos. Love watching them, love clicking them and love being in them(only when I am looking awesome). Point being, I love Photos.

Now, what did a photo has to do with Unwanted Hairs?

Well, long story short, I was watching wedding photos of a friend. She was looking damn beautiful! On this note, why do every girl look so beautiful on her wedding day? Why not everyday can be a wedding day, as long as looks are concerned. :O

Coming back, she was looking beautiful in each of her photograph. I was admiring her each posture, her smile, her dress, venue, flowers, everything was so beautiful. Beautiful, until I saw long black and very visible hairs on her hand. (yup, only hand). She was sitting with a flower bouquet in her hand, those long hairy arms, suddenly an image of a hairy male (Anil Kapoor to be precise) popped in my mind with a wedding dress and a flower bouquet in his hand. The girl who was looking so beautiful to me, suddenly she was not. Am I that shallow? 😦

I am generally not. I don’t judge people based on their looks, dress or size n shape (except when we are talking about their brain size). I started questioning myself, why is this bothering me too much? What’s wrong with having hairs on your legs or arms (going no further)? Why do we women torture ourselves (I actually feel pampered when I do so) to get a clean waxed look? Is it just for looking good to others? What is the need to have waxed legs, even when you are not showing them?

Maybe, some of us ladies won’t get so bothered about it. I know men would do. They would prefer a female who is clean, waxed and not at all hairy (That’s my perception of males :P). So, do we wax ourselves for the opposite sex? Maybe. But, is it the only reason?

Thinking of it, it’s kind of ritual now for females to go for a full bikini wax just before their wedding. All know the reason. 😛 Then why didn’t my friend did so. Was she trying to make a statement? Or was she too busy that she totally forgot about it. Or it doesn’t matter to her at all. :O

Maybe, it’s all three, or maybe none. Well, for me I can say that I prefer a clean and waxed look, but it’s because I like it that way. Body hairs feels dirty and unhygienic to me. Maybe hairs on someone’s hand do not contribute much towards unhygienic mess, but it’s my pick to be hair free. Frankly speaking, underarms hairs disgust me more. Have seen some ladies with hairy sweaty armpits in gym, and it’s gross. Really gross. Female or Male long underarm hairs are a complete no no. But still, it’s a personal choice and should always be. So, it should not bother me if someone else has a different belief. Well, lesson learned. (self talk helps 🙂 )

I saw those pics again, and this time, it didn’t bother me. Not at all. She was looking beautiful with a broad and confident smile on her face. 🙂